When Sherlock said that the one trying to harm Harry was Quirrell, Hagrid was completely stunned.
"Wait—why do you kids keep suspecting Hogwarts professors?
First it was Snape, now it's Quirrell…
That's just impossible…"
Before Hagrid could finish, Sherlock cut in sharply, "It was Professor Quirrell. The troll on Halloween? He let it in."
Hagrid: (o_O)
"And by the way, that night he was originally headed to inspect the enchantments guarding the Philosopher's Stone, but Professor Snape stopped him.
The same Snape you thought was the culprit almost got his leg bitten off by your big dog."
This time, it wasn't just Hagrid whose eyes widened in shock.
All four in the room stared, eyes round as galleons:
"You said what stone?"
"Snape stopped Quirrell?"
"Galloping Gorgons! How do you know about Fluffy?"
"Sherlock, what else have you been hiding from us?"
Meeting their questioning gazes, Sherlock let out a long sigh.
Judging from their reactions, he knew he wouldn't be able to continue the conversation unless he explained everything clearly.
"The Philosopher's Stone is a substance with unique magical properties. It's the primary ingredient used in making the Elixir of Life," Sherlock explained, turning to Harry. "My friend, if you still remember the cards from your Chocolate Frogs, you should recall the entry about Dumbledore."
"Sorry, I don't remember," Harry admitted, a bit sheepishly.
Sherlock shrugged. "One of Albus Dumbledore's known achievements includes defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and achieving notable success in alchemy in partnership with Nicolas Flamel."
Under the stunned gazes of the others, Sherlock recited the entire card word-for-word.
"Sherlock, how do you remember that…" Harry was baffled.
Sure, he had read that card too, and it had left an impression. But recalling the entire passage after more than two months? That was another matter entirely.
"I told you before—our brain is like a hard drive. Just toss out the junk, and you'll have room for what matters. You lot could do the same."
Faced with Sherlock's completely reasonable explanation, the others looked at each other, speechless.
Yeah… no. That kind of thing? Probably only he could pull off.
"The 'success in alchemy' part of the Chocolate Frog card refers to the Philosopher's Stone," Sherlock went on, turning toward Hagrid again. "Fluffy's your dog, right?"
Still reeling, Hagrid responded automatically, "Yeah, Fluffy's loyal. I bought him last year from a bloke at the pub. Think his name was… Baskerville, or something. Then I loaned Fluffy to Dumbledore to guard the Stone…"
He trailed off mid-sentence.
"You figured that out too?" Hagrid could no longer sit still. He leapt up, his eyes like saucers, voice starting to shake.
This first-year… was terrifying!
"Half deduction, half from Dumbledore himself," Sherlock said with satisfaction, fingers steepled under his chin as he looked at Hagrid with sparkling eyes. "The Hound of the Baskervilles, huh? That name sounds rather fitting."
Hearing that Sherlock had gotten the information from Dumbledore calmed Hagrid a bit.
Thank Merlin—if Sherlock had deduced all of this on his own, that would've been way too much.
Still, the fact that a first-year had gotten this far was already terrifying enough.
And come to think of it—why did Dumbledore tell Sherlock everything?
After briefly explaining the context to Hagrid and the others, Sherlock summed it up clearly:
"Today's events involving Snape and Quirrell confirm three things:
First, Quirrell is one of Voldemort's followers."
At the mention of that name, both Hagrid and Ron inhaled sharply, shivering.
Harry and Hermione, however, remained composed, as did Sherlock.
"Second, Quirrell—or rather, Voldemort—wants the Philosopher's Stone. Incidentally, Hagrid, the one who broke into Gringotts earlier this year… was Quirrell."
"What?!"
Hagrid's eyes bulged again, but before he could react, Sherlock explained, "Harry told me you met him in the Leaky Cauldron."
Hagrid hadn't yet processed the connection when Sherlock continued:
"Third, Professor Snape is no match for Professor Quirrell."
"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked this time.
"Professor Snape is a Potions Master, and Quirrell always seems so timid…"
"Don't be fooled by appearances, Hermione. Quirrell is far stronger than he looks.
Even while Snape was actively trying to counter the curse, Quirrell managed to control the broomstick with a nonverbal spell.
Only when you disrupted his casting did Snape gain the upper hand.
—Of course, destroying something is always easier than protecting it."
Sherlock's explanation left the room in complete silence.
Though it had only been a couple of months since term began, even Harry and Hermione—raised in the Muggle world—now had a good sense of how powerful Voldemort had been.
Now learning that even a Hogwarts professor might be his pawn… was hard to accept.
"Sherlock, you said Professor Dumbledore already knows about this, right?" Hermione suddenly asked.
"Yes," Sherlock replied without hesitation.
Hearing his answer, she smiled with relief.
"Then it's fine. Even during the war, Hogwarts was the safest place in the wizarding world.
Everyone says Dumbledore is the only person Voldemort ever feared."
Her words brought comfort to everyone present.
Right. As long as Headmaster Dumbledore was at Hogwarts, Quirrell wouldn't dare to act rashly.
And today's events had been planned in advance with Dumbledore, hadn't they?
Now that Quirrell had exposed himself, there was no need to worry—for now.
With that realization, the mood in Hagrid's hut lightened considerably.
Following the Quidditch match, Harry's popularity soared.
Already hailed as the "Boy Who Lived," he now earned a new title—"Quidditch Prodigy."
Of course, the details involving Quirrell—both the troll on Halloween and the cursed broomstick—were never made public.
As a result, Sherlock's reputation rose as well.
The story circulating among students and staff was that Sherlock had deduced Hermione's location in the girls' bathroom based on Quirrell's behavior on Halloween.
Not only that, he had rushed to her aid and rescued her from the troll.
Such bravery naturally earned the admiration of the young lions of Gryffindor.
Meanwhile, his deductive skills had caught the attention of the clever eagles of Ravenclaw.
After the wizard duel incident earlier in the term, some students had already begun consulting Sherlock—mostly simple questions from within his own house.
But following these recent events, students from other houses also began seeking him out.
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